A Satin Sheet and Pleatings
The satin sheets allowed us to use for sails
the billowy white pillow cases
where on your hair splayed
as if blown there by the wind;
I took my long breath amazed
at the sight
while being the oarsman stroking my oar
sailing your body sleek
and you my propeller moving me
we both breathing
both contributing to the gathering water spout;
where thrashing waves explode beneath;
where crests and troughs
meet
where finally all oxygen is inhaled.
Tremendous expirations
blow-an indoor summer breeze-
until there is beneath us
only the glassy, calm sea
on our satin sheets
pleated and unpleated
marking our love-making there.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Satin Sheets
Chorus:
Satin sheets to lie on
Satin pillows to cry on
Still Im not happy dont you see
Big long cadillacs, tailor maids upon my back
Still I want you to set me free
Ive found another man
Who can give more than you can
Though youve given me everything that money can buy
But your money cant hold me tight
Like he does on a long long night
No, you didnt keep me satisfied
Repeat chorus twice
Tag:
Satin sheets to lie on
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Clean white sheets
Clean white sheets upon my bed
cradle my body but not my head.
My head's never cradled. It's too full.
It's too noisy. There is no lull.
I wash them routinely every week.
If I hung them outside the neighbors would speak.
Their words would complement the sight
of clean white sheets I use at night.
But they don't know how I'm awake
and how those sheets never give me a break.
I make the bed up and I think
'If only I could catch a wink.'
I'd praise those sheets on every day
and finally I'd be able to say.
'Clean white sheets upon my bed
you've found a way to cradle my head.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Folding
Your poet kisses
long, full lung whispers
warmest of wondrous
unimagined wishes
To You:
Operetta Cantor
cello violin string vocal violas
stroking
listing longing
lambent limbs
crave calling
Fold, enfolding sheets
satin, stained staff line we
wrap toss tumble silken
slow cadence graceful
we magnificent maneuvering
joyful jump jockey jostling
horizontal equestrians riding
reach this compromise
ideal crescending paradise
we
tension hold hug share gasp thrashing
release incendiary
furious to fuming
warm shudders and stutters
delicate caressing shoulders
back of neck kitten kiss bites
salivate soothing
this same pillow
your hair strokes vicuna
your voice resonant
ripple pulse breathing
immaculate embrace drifting...
off...
more strokes...
more waves...
wash bodies cupping
sculpted coupling
warm breath splashes
wave craves...
...mmm...
dreaming...
...your breathing...
narcotic rhythm
spectacular
sensuous serene soothing
clasp arms cradle, enfold
loins brushing kitten smitten
magnificent tension softest biting
white pristine warms indigo
infernal
cadence cooling:
into upon one another
we are coda
we are folding
bold fold
utlrasonic speaking
We; the contour of cantor
we collapsing -
Randy Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Honey Brown Locks
HONEY BROWN HAIR
Honey dew, rays of sunshine fall upon
the silk of your shiny hair,
gently illuminating it in all
its radiant glory,
Woken up by nature`s rays, the warm
water cascades, washes tangles away so creams
and lotions beautify the flowing mass
of sensuous, surging waves
that I soon run my fingers through as I
blow dry, with you sitting on my lap,
Soon we lie on red satin sheets
And I whisper 'I love you'
As I thread a pink rose
Through those curls and waves.
So soon, gently kissing your curvaceous cheeks, lips, neck,
then I brush your hair lovingly, luxuriously,
in slow motion as we move to the jacuzzi
- a mirror above us........
If you would like your own personalized poem about your hair, please describe your hair to me, or if you would like this dream to come true and are ready for a loving, serious relationship, please let me know at [email protected]
poem by Richard Muirhead
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The Satin Dress
Needle, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down,
Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams-
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady's dreams.
Wantons go in bright brocade;
Brides in organdie;
Gingham's for the plighted maid;
Satin's for the free!
Wool's to line a miser's chest;
Crepe's to calm the old;
Velvet hides an empty breast
Satin's for the bold!
Lawn is for a bishop's yoke;
Linen's for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk-
Would the dress were done!
Satin glows in candlelight-
Satin's for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
"What a fine shroud!"
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Silver Satin Wings
I dont mean to be bad, said the bubble headed blonde,
And it was probably true.
But what else can you do when looks are all people notice
And looks are all that they want, too.
And now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
Now she lies beneath his silver satin
Wings cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she has ever seen
And papa said shes too cute for words
So she never learned how to speak
And mama said she dont need to read
Just a hot mercedes and a decent man that wont (spring a leak)?
So now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
Now she lies beneath his silver satin wings
Cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she has ever seen
In school all she learned that talk is cheap
But looks they come for free
They said hey, why try and think girl, if you can smile
And get anything you need?
So now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
Now she lies beneath his silver satin wings
Cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she has ever seen
She said sometimes theres this fear inside
That cannot sleep at night, though he is sleeping fine
And I used to like the way he talked
Before I knew promises were just other words for goodbye.
See now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
As she lies beneath his silver satin wings
Cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she
He is the best thing she will ever see.
song performed by by Jewel
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A Wind Breeze
I am the Southern Breeze;
bearer of the Wisteria;
The North Wind
from where the ice blows.
I am the lover's caress
on sandy beach,
The Wind-Mill Corn Grinder
and the Water Wheel;
I am invisible
yet everywhere
I blow all over
this globe.
.
I've billowed your sails
propelled your ships
carried you
to far lands;
opened to you
new worlds.
True, too,
I have blown your houses down
tornadoed the things you love.
I am too
the wind of Bad Luck
and Ill Fate.
I am the wind in your lungs.
I carry the oxygen you breathe
first life's halting blush
and likely the last to leave
your body's chest.
Now my clear air
is grey
smoky
smoke-stacked
and my once proud
life of this planet
is near extinct.
Sixty miles;
just an hour's drive
of me and my oxygen
are your only shield;
against the void of outer space;
the cosmic rays,
the deadly magnetic fields
meteors and asteroids
all crash down were it
not for me;
the sun's infrared rays
would burn if I did not block.
for you and provide a cloak.
Indeed,
I am the life you breathe
from birth's first
to death's last.
You've felt me
on your face
riding the plains,
while walking the meadows;
remember I am
the Invisible Sea
you sail
and your final
Destiny.
I am the wind;
your oxygen.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sleeping Beauty
Tangled locks of auburn hair
Tresses strewn o’er satin pillow
Silken sheets cool to the skin
Under limbs… lithe as the willow
Languid eyes neath limpid lashes
Tightly closed in dreamy slumber
Lips as soft as feathery ashes
Eyes as brown as earthen umber
Yet as I watch her… the truth is revealing
This woman beside me…this woman I keep
She’s ever so much… more appealing
When she’s ever so much more… deeply asleep
poem by David Whalen
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The Sheets
We used to meet
on this corner
in the same wind.
It fought us up the hill
to your house,
blew us in the door.
The elevator rose
on guests of stale air
fed on ancient dinners.
Your room smelled
of roach spray and roses.
In those days
we went to bed with Marvell.
The wind ruffled sheets and pages,
spoke to us through walls.
For hours I used to lie
with my ear to your bare chest,
listening for the sea.
Now the wind is tearing
the building down.
The sheets are rising.
They billow through the air like sails.
White with your semen
holding invisible prints
of the people we were,
the people we might have been,
they said across the country
disguised as clouds.
Momentarily they snag
on the Rocky Mountains,
then rise
shredded into streamers.
Now they are bannering westward
over California
where your existence
is rumored.
poem by Erica Jong
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At The Window
My choking breath, silent run between the window
Frames of wild chestnuts' trees.
Murmurs of warm sheets cast away my body.
Balcony, sprout seeds of transparent fluid.
Mute you show me the world, so that I can make the tree sing.
And the birds' blow by the wind.
It exalted my desire, which cannot be neither confined nor not die.
Like shining night, reflected on cats' eyes.
Every time the moon shine.
Voices of flame, blow by the wind
Against the window spiffier, last fire soon death adores.
Of my breath, last sigh.
I shall disappear from the reflection of a sterile glass.
Contemplate with my sight the blue sky, and let it die.
poem by Luca Menin
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Sugar Daddies Girl
She’s a sight for sore eyes but another mans wife
And if you mess around with her, he’ll end your life
She’s a real go getter and A big flirt too
But hubby has the money, she’ll leave you blue
Long silky hair and deep blue eyes
Men flock to her like picnic flies
She drives that big black Mercedes benz
Couldn’t afford a day the money she spends
Satin sheets on her bed and furs on her rack
Diamonds on every finger, and jewels in a sack
She’s daddies eye candy for all the world to see
You really can’t afford her, better let her be!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Hands
Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Silence broken mute
Who slept this heart
Who lost this soul
Sleeping in
Untouched bed sheets
A certain shadow
Talks
To tables shelves and dresses
Hanging from the ceiling
Dancing with sounds
Voices heard in the white noise
Screen saved dream
Moving through
Oblivion morn
Corner alone
All you see are
Hands
Touching
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Who touched these palms
Who lost these fingers
Sharp veined skin veiled
Amazingly yours
Outstretched for
A dropp of water
A bit of a sound
A fallen leaf…
Anything
Dying in a web of palm lines
Nailed
Knocking at the door
Opening closing to keep the knock within
Spell betrayed
Pulling the strings of the sky
That makes the body move
Soul lost behind sleeping
Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn
Inspired by RUKE Darko Rundek
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Three Sheets To The Wind
Verse 1
Isn't it about time
yes, I've played this part before
I can recall each line
I'll cry out-Don't go
and you turn and walk away
I scream out-what about our yesterdays
knowing inside
this heart is going to break
Chorus
And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind
Verse 2
So you don't have to pretend
honey, it's that same old story-heard it all before
Got all the information I need
facts are so easy to see
Even a blind man would know
it ain't you and I anymore
Chorus
And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind
Verse 3
Well it's okay
had it all figured out
just a matter of time
I'll smile-laugh out loud
go on down to Mexico
lay on the shores
Under that golden sun
and maybe I'll just go on
Chorus
And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind...
poem by Daniel Wittfoth
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Beneath All Else...
beneath my feet
i hide my shadows and
they escape like
fugitives
under the guises
of their
sad stories
beneath my hands
i clasp my emptiness
and shaped like a ball
you mistake it for
fullness
you are confused
and i look amazed
still unfazed by your
feigned confidences
beneath my hair
i hide my thoughts
beneath my skull
i hide my soul
beneath my beliefs
i hide a number of faces
beneath my heart
i tell love stories
beneath all these
are the shallowness of them all
something that nobody expects
for i am simple
as a yellow paper
where you list
your bad debts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where There's A Wil, There's A Way {To My Valentine}
Just how romantic should the setting be
To make the scene for loving at its best?
As long as there is you and there is me,
I'm really not concerned about the rest.
Clear skies and sunshine, golden beach and sand,
Four-poster bed and satin sheets of blue?
Romantic these, and really very grand -
But wasted for I've only eyes for you.
In love songs and in poems they are fine
But in real life they don't amount to much,
What matters is your body close to mine
And scenery that's tender to the touch.
Forget the landscape, just remember that
It isn't where you are - but what you're at.
poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
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Satin and Grace
Here in Chicago I sit
in the sun of an Indian Summer
high on the Water Tower waiting,
chapped hands in a visor
over my eyes, hoping I see
you in that gown,
all satin and grace,
float like a feather
back to Chicago.
I don't care if you stop
by Confederate streams
to pick phallic rocks
on the way from Savannah
so long as you rise,
release all your hair,
take to the air
and float like a feather
on to Chicago
because this is the last time I'll sit
on the Water Tower waiting.
I'd rather go blind than see
you in that gown,
all satin and grace,
laugh like a loon,
turn in the air,
then float like a feather
back to Savannah.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Crests Of Waves
It could be worse
I could be alone
I could be locked in here on my own
Like a stone that suddenly drops
It never stops, no
I could be lost
Or I Could be saved
Calling out from beneath the waves
Beaten down by this ocean rain
Never again
Never again
Ohhh, Ohhh
Ohhh, Ohhh
Screaming out from the crests of waves
It could be worse
Bitter or sweet
It could be snapped from the jaws of defeat
Like a light lit upon a beach
Wear your heart on your sleeve
Oh
You want to stop before you begin
You want to sink when you know you could swim
You want to stop just before you begin
Never give in
Never give in
Ohhh, Ohhh
Ohhh, Ohhh
Screaming out from the crests of waves
Nothing matters
Except life and the love you make
Nothing matters
Except life and the love you make
Nothing matters
Except life and the love you make
Except life and the love you make
Screaming out from the crests of waves
Screaming out from the crests of waves
Where your longing to be saved
Screaming out from the crests of waves
Where your longing to be saved
Screaming out from the crests of waves
song performed by by Coldplay
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A walk along the beach...
The sight of sunlight glinting on the water dazzling,
The sound of waves advancing softly on the sand,
The feeling of the suns warming kiss on my skin,
The cool dampness of the sand between my toes,
The gentle breeze moving through my hair,
Slipping across the water a yacht gliding silently,
The breeze filled sails carrying her to deeper waters,
Above me seagulls swirl singing their daily song,
Before diving down into the sea to snatch a fish,
The gentle breeze and warming sun feeding my soul,
The captivating pleasures of sight and sound so delightful,
I breathe in the wonderful scent of salt water that fills the air,
The intoxicating aroma of wildflowers thick along the cliffs,
A feeling of contentment fills every corner of my being,
As I walk along the beach I realise... Life is beauty...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Bring Me The Autumn
I remember you as you were in the
last autumn, the leaves adorned my
heart with your music,
they were sounds
of your cadence voice that never left
the air like echoes in the wind, even
the birds sang like you,
they had your
tongue and throat.
You were the artist with no fame,
your appearance, your
voice were steady and calm.
They brought to me hymns and peace.
In your eyes the serenity of your soul
were like flames of light that never burned.
You were like the white sheets of my bed,
always in peace and warm, the autumn
brought back your guitar your slow melody
like a breeze beneath my curtains,
and my house was then singing like
my heart.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Summer Wind
The summer wind, came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there, to touch you hair
And walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song
And strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, the days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter winds have come and gone
And still the days, the lonely days go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
Well my fickle friend, the summer wind
That old summer wind
Talkin' 'bout the summer wind
The summer wind
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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